I love staying with my parents! Part of the pleasure is humongous back yard they have. It is totally enclosed. There is no neighbours in the back and two couples on each side are almost always at work.
So it is just us chickens. Or so I thought. Today has proved that there are little eyes watching us. At all times!
My Mom strongly believes that “children have to be aired out” as much as possible! Since it is hot outside my kids try to get Grandma to to read them a book – inside, with the nice air conditioner going. To bribe the kids into staying out there longer my Mom bought a huge can of a fancy nut mix.
She gives them out a few at the time as she reads. My Mom figures that she has got two good things going. Kids are getting air and calories. What can be better?!
At some point today the kids were finally able to lure my Mom inside the house. The nut can was left on the table ready for the next session.
It was my ever vigilant Mom, who noticed the invasion. Our back yard was occupied by a multitude of invaders, who have pushed the can off the table and got it open! They were happily gorging themselves on our nice big nuts and were not even bothered by salt unlike my kids.
Yes! The squirrel army is here! We spend quite a long time watching them. It was so much fun! The longer we watched them the more different personalities we saw. We even named a few interesting ones. I noticed one that was not eating because it did not have the time. It kept trying to move as many nuts as possible out of the can. Of course it’s buddies kept eating the nuts of his labour. But I do not think it mattered to him.
While I was watching the squirrels I kept thinking about my computer chat with DH today. He asked me (in the nicest way possible) if I really needed so much more yarn. Thanks to online banking he got to see the bill. DH really wanted to know if I really needed this much yarn from Knit Picks. Of course not! I got some needles too!
And as for similarities between me a the squirrels? Why none at all. After all I do not hide my yarn in the hole in the ground. And I always remember where my yarn is. Kind of… Sort of… Well, most of the time…